Flowers, Swords and France

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of collisions echoed in the room, and for a moment the whole world seemed to be focused here. These noises drowned out all other sounds and caused everything else to temporarily stop. ［

At least, the girl lying on the ground in the room is focusing all her attention on this possibly scary scene.

Under the gaze of these blue eyes, Charles was holding his aunt tightly in his arms, and then kept hitting her head with his head, as if it was a mechanical movement, without any hesitation or movement. Show no mercy.

Bang

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this scene is a bit excessive, even a bit cruel, but on her delicate and white face, not only is there no fear or disgust, but there is unspeakable admiration and adoration hidden in it. . Because of this excitement, her tear-stained face seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal white light.

And of course Ciel couldn't see his sister looking at him. Now, all his energy is spent on subduing this aunt - his experience from childhood to adulthood makes him know how terrible things will become if his aunt's hands and feet are freed, and if she is allowed to get it again Sword, then it's all over.

Because of this fear stemming from awe, Charles had no choice but to perform to get a chance to get close to her, and then he used all his strength to hold her tightly in his arms, without giving her anything to do. Opportunities to develop your own skills.

It's a pity, even if there are many contacts. In this kind of close combat, the strength gap between men and women is still insurmountable, let alone Ciel, who is still relatively strong.

In the process of constant collision. Agnes looked at Ciel, her expression full of shock, anger and unwillingness, and even a little sad. However, even after seeing her expression, Ciel continued to pound regardless, without any pause.

Agnes's struggle gradually became weaker during this repeated impact with all her strength. In the end, she stopped struggling and seemed to have fainted.

Even so. Ciel didn't dare to relax, he still hugged the other party tightly and observed carefully.

After a while, he finally confirmed that the other party had indeed fainted.

"Ha..." He breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he let go of his arms. Agnes fell down. Lying on the carpet.

At this time, Charles also felt the consequences of the rough behavior just now - he had a severe headache and was almost spinning.

After stumbling and holding on to the table, he finally regained consciousness.

"Sir... are you okay?" Fran's worried greeting came from beside him.

"Well...well..." Charles shook his head gently, trying to make himself more awake, "Fortunately, I'm fine now."

then. He turned his head and looked over.

His sister was standing next to him, looking at him timidly. There were still tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he was obviously frightened.

I must have scared her because I made such a rough move just now... He thought to himself.

No, not only what he did just now, but also... and what Agnes said.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but panic.

In addition to panic, he regretted why he actually dragged his sister in, causing her to hear and see such terrible things.

"Flan, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Calm down!" He quickly shouted in a low voice, then stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, forcing himself to hold back the dizziness, "Come, come, come to my brother's place ”

At this time, Charles's hair and clothes were already messy, and because he didn't rest last night and suddenly got angry, his eyes were also bloodshot. If a little girl he didn't know looked over, he might be scared. A big jump, right?

However, Fran didn't hesitate at all. She carefully avoided her aunt's body on the ground and leaned next to Charles.

"Sir, are you okay?" she asked with concern.

"Poor child!" Charles couldn't help but sigh, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm worried about you! You weren't scared by your brother, were you? Sorry... because the situation was urgent, so I had to do this. ”

"I can understand you, sir..." Fran lowered her gaze and replied softly, "I was shocked at first, but it's much better now..."

"Well, that's good, that's good." Charles felt as if something was buzzing outside his ears, making a buzzing sound all the time. "What she said just now is all nonsense. It must be to provoke others." Don’t believe us when we are angry and deliberately lie, okay?”

Fran subconsciously glanced at Agnes lying on the ground and did not answer immediately.

"That's a lie, not true. Do you understand?!" Charles raised his voice. "Don't believe her tall tales!"

Perhaps because it was rare to see her brother speak so harshly, Fran shivered slightly.

"Well, I know, that's a lie, she's lying." As if to reassure him, Fran quickly repeated it.

"Well, that's it, don't be afraid, I'm here for everything, no one can hurt you." Charles pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head and looked at her seriously, "No matter what , you are my sister and my closest relative, no rumor can break the bond between us, do you understand? "

Regardless of whether it is true or false, we must treat it as false. I will never abandon you - Ciel clearly revealed his feelings.

As if sensing Ciel's enthusiasm, Fran was stunned.

Finally, she nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's be like this. There's nothing to worry about. Although some accidents happened, after all, everything is now under our control again. I can solve it." Charles pretended to be relaxed and squeezed out a smile.

"Then...then what should we do next?"

"First of all, we have to find a way to hide the person, but we can't keep it here. It would be terrible if someone with a loose mouth discovers it. Well, let's just hide it in the attic." He endured the increasing number of thoughts in his mind. The pain was huge, Charles thought nervously, "Go and call old Jacques over, I want to discuss it with him."

He felt dizzy, as if he could no longer walk.

"Yes." Fran nodded slightly, and then gently broke away from his arms.

"Wait..." Charles suddenly lowered his head. Then he stuck out his tongue and gently licked a teardrop from the corner of her eye, "Please clean yourself up first. Don't make a joke."

A little salty, seems a little sweet?

"Sir!" A slight blush flashed across Fran's face, then she wiped her tears with her sleeves, and then rearranged her clothes. Then he ran out quickly.

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"Oh God!"

When the old servant followed Fran back to the reception room. When he saw this mess, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Stop sighing, business is more important!" Charles replied angrily.

"Yes...yes, Master," the servant quickly came to his senses, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"First, tie her up and send her to the attic." Charles raised his chin. He signaled to Agnes who was unconscious on the ground, "Be careful to stay hidden. Don't let others see you. Also, from today onwards, you have to keep a close eye on the servants and don't let them cause any trouble."

"Yes!" The servant quickly agreed, but then hesitated, "Then... something like this has already happened. Should we tell the master?"

"Of course I have to say it! What's the point of hiding it now?!" Charles replied angrily, "I will tell him later of course."

"That's good." The servant also breathed a sigh of relief.

"After you deal with this matter, you go to... well, go to dad's place and tell him that Agnes is in my hands now, and there is no way to threaten his life for the time being. Let him get out of there on his own. , be careful to recover, then go wherever you like and never come back." With an uncontrollable anger, Charles ordered word by word, "Tell him that as long as he doesn't cause trouble, my sister and I will live well. Please stop interfering with our lives. I will save him." I killed him once and the debt has been paid off. I don’t want to see him again!”

The old servant bowed slightly to listen to his words, the expression on his face was obviously painful, but in the end he nodded.

"Okay, Master, I will tell him the truth."

"I want to go too...let me go and have a look!" Fran suddenly said next to her.

"Huh?" Charles turned his head and looked at Fran in confusion.

"If you never see dad again, let me meet him once, right? After so many years... after so many years, I should go see him once, right?" Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes again. , "Sir, I just want to say something to him. As a daughter, I want to ask my father why he treats us like this... Then, like you, I will never care about him again..."

Seeing her so sad, the old servant who had watched her grow up couldn't help but feel sympathy. "Master, let the young lady go and see him and say some goodbyes... After all, she is my daughter."

Charles was silent.

The fatigue from staying up all night and the pain in his head made him feel physically and mentally exhausted, as if his whole head was about to burst.

That's right. Is there any reason not to let the daughter see her father? Although I don’t know if he is the real father...

No, it has to be the real father.

"Okay, then you take her, but be careful and don't talk for too long." He sighed slightly, "Let's finish the things here first. Hurry, tie her up quickly! I...I will first Take a rest, there will be more important things for me to deal with later, so please do it quickly..."

Obviously, just catching Agnes doesn't mean the matter is resolved. The "criminal evidence" that threatens him is still lying somewhere, and he needs to find a way to eliminate it... However, because of this, he needs to rest even more now.

So, without saying anything more, he stumbled onto a chair, then lay down on the table, and soon fell asleep.

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Next. The old servant followed Charles's instructions, tied up the sleeping Agnes, and quietly carried her to the attic with another reliable maid.

Then. He took Fran to the carriage.

In the carriage that was speeding along, Fran kept her head down, her expression was very serious, and she looked very worried. It can be seen that she was in a very depressed mood.

This scene made the old servant feel a little bit sorry.

"Miss, think about it... Sometimes people can only face reality. After all, although the master is like that, at least your grandfather and the young master both value you very much. You don't have to be discouraged and disappointed because of the master."

As if she was awakened from a dream, Fran raised her head.

Then, she smiled reluctantly, and the smile seemed a little pale and weak.

"Thank you. I feel much better now..."

What a good child. At this time, she still has to force a smile! The old servant couldn't help sighing in his heart, and then he couldn't help but secretly blame her father.

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When the carriage outside the door slowly stopped, Kong Ze, who had been here all night, finally waited for the person who gave him the final instructions.

Although his boss didn't come this time, he certainly knew Charles' sister, and he was not surprised why this lady suddenly came to such a place.

Adhering to the previous principles, he continued to pretend that he didn't see anything and didn't ask anything. He just bowed slightly to the two people.

"Thank you for your help, sir. But now your mission is over. You can leave here." The old servant gave him orders on behalf of Charles, "Let him recover here alone now, and don't worry about him anymore."

"Don't worry about him anymore?" Kong Ze was a little surprised. Of course, he didn't know what happened to Charles.

"Yes, you can leave here with your people, don't worry about him anymore, he is safe now." Fran continued, although her voice was very low, but it was still very clear, "I thank you on behalf of my brother, sir... We will repay your kindness, although not now."

Wow, this family is really strange! Dad was injured like that, but the sons and daughters didn't take it seriously? Kong Ze was full of doubts.

Forget it, since my daughter doesn't care, why should I care? Let them do it themselves. I'd better not get involved... Just take this credit safely.

He quickly made up his mind.

"Yes, Miss." He bowed and then carried out the other party's order.

Looking at the backs of Kong Ze and others leaving, Fulan was speechless for a long time. Until a moment later, as if she had made up her mind, she turned her head and looked at the old servant. "I'll go see my father. You wait for me downstairs."

"Yes, Miss." The servant nodded quickly. "He is in the bedroom on the second floor. You can see him when you go up and open the door."

After a pause, he added, "Miss, the master is injured now and his spirit is not good. You... You'd better not quarrel with him anymore. Just say a few words..."

"I know, thank you." Fulan smiled and nodded.

Then, Fulan walked up the stairs step by step. Although her steps were fragmented, they revealed an unspeakable firmness.

After reaching the door, she opened it without hesitation, and then she happened to meet the eyes of the middle-aged man on the bed.

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Mr. Edgar de Treville was in a good mood at this time.

Although he had just experienced a terrible fight, he finally escaped at the critical moment. Is there anything more satisfying than escaping death? At least not in his opinion.

So, when he woke up from the bed again, he forgot the terrible scene that happened yesterday and the unpleasant conversation with his son, and returned to the state of being quite leisurely-it was a pity that those painting tools were not brought with him, and there was no way to paint a picture to commemorate his life after the disaster.

Just as he was lying on the bed, lamenting about this kind of thing boredly, the door suddenly opened.

He subconsciously looked towards the door.

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A girl with long golden hair, wearing a white dress and a pink hairpin appeared at the door.

Although her face was expressionless and her hands were behind her back, her delicate face was enough to fascinate people. And her green pupils were as deep as a spring.

What a beautiful girl.

Maybe she could be drawn into a painting.

A slight smile appeared on the face of this middle-aged playboy, and this smile actually showed his extremely rare sincerity.

"Girl, are you happy to see your dad?"

Fran did not answer, but walked in step by step, as if she was a little defensive.

"Oh, it seems that you are not happy... But it's no wonder." The middle-aged man smiled and sighed, obviously understanding the other party's mood at the moment, "But, child, don't always have such a stern face, be happy..."

"Have we met before?" After walking not far from the bed, Fran asked in a low voice.

Although he was somewhat surprised that the first words between father and daughter after they met again were like this, Edgar still nodded, "Yes, we met that day at your brother's dance."

"So the person wearing the mask was you." Fran nodded gently, as if she understood something, "Thank you for comforting me that night."

"It's nothing. Isn't this what it should be?" Edgar still smiled, exuding his well-trained charm, "Why, judging from your appearance, you still haven't accepted the fact that dad is back?"

"Yes..." Fran lowered her head. "I'm... I'm very conflicted now. I don't know... I don't know how to treat you."

"That's why I don't want to appear in front of you. How embarrassing it is for you!" The middle-aged man sighed, looking a little depressed. "Okay, okay...it doesn't matter. You can treat me however you want. This is what I should do." Got it.”

Generally speaking, when seeing his dejected expression, women - let alone girls - will definitely soften their hearts. This is his tried and tested skill.

"How can we treat him?" Fran raised her gaze and looked at her father.

"Yes, whatever you want, you can be like your brother." The middle-aged man replied with a smile, "But, good boy, you are soft-hearted, surely you won't be as heartless as him, right?"

Then, he managed to open his hands.

"Come on, kid, come to daddy and have a good cry. After crying, daddy will leave here and won't cause you any more trouble..."

His ardent expectations could not get the expected return.

Yes, if it were your brother, you wouldn't hesitate now, right? The girl's mind suddenly recalled her brother's violent heroic appearance just now.

So, I won't hesitate anymore.

"Then, can you agree to my request?" Fran asked tremblingly.

"Request?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

"Just now, just now...Aunt Agnes came to our house."

"Huh? Where did she go?"

"She wanted to ask her brother to hand you over, but he refused her request, and then they had a conflict. Now he has arrested her, so you are safe now." Looking at her father with cold eyes, Fran slowly He spoke slowly. "My brother means that you should recover well first, then leave here and never come back."

"Good job Ciel!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but shout for his son. "Now I feel relieved."

"But in the midst of all this, Aunt Agnes told us something, something very important."

"What's up?"

"She said that she once dug... her mother's grave," Fran hesitated, and finally chose to continue using this word, "Then, inside... you know what she will see, right?"

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned ugly. His originally bloodless face was now as white as paper.

It seemed that it was true, and Fran felt a sudden pain in her heart.

She tried to suppress her emotions and glared at her father.

"I want to ask you, am I my mother's daughter?"

"Is this question really important?" After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man finally sighed, "Anyway, you are already Miss Treville, and you will definitely continue to be Miss Treville in the future, because both Charles and Dad are so I love you. If this is the case, isn’t that enough? Why do you have to find out the truth?

"This issue is very important to me, I must know." Fran insisted and refused to give in, "Please tell me!"

Seeing Fran's anxious look, the middle-aged man finally "suddenly realized".

"You are my daughter and Charles' sister. Don't be afraid. We are all your relatives and will not abandon you." He comforted Fran. "There are some things that everyone can understand each other."

"No, I'm not! I don't want to be your daughter! People like you!" Fran shouted loudly. "I don't want to be your daughter!"

Although already angry and emotional. But the education she received since childhood still made her subconsciously use honorifics, which seemed quite interesting, but the person involved would not find it interesting.

Perhaps because he was offended by his daughter's attitude, the middle-aged man frowned. "Why do you need to vent your anger like this? I don't think there's anything wrong with this?"

Fran slowly regained her composure, but her eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, and she didn't look as bright as before.

This wasn't the answer she wanted.

"I would like to ask you to write a letter, just be brief. Tell my grandfather and brother that I am not your daughter, but that you adopted me from another place after you killed your mother." She decided not to waste time anymore and said directly. His own request, "I hate you so much, people like you. You are not qualified to be my father. In this case, it is better to cut it off from the root!"

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" The middle-aged man was a little anxious. He looked at Fran in confusion, as if he didn't recognize her.

It is indeed difficult for him to understand. To be honest, no one can understand the thoughts that are running in this girl's heart at this time.

"I've thought about it very clearly, I don't care who I am, anyway. I definitely don't want to have anything to do with a murderer like you... Yes, I don't want to admit that I am your daughter. So I want you I also admit this, now, write quickly!”

"It was really an accident back then! I'm not a murderer!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but protest. "Also, what kind of stupidity are you doing? What's wrong with being Miss Treville? Even if you are angry with me, there is no need to do this, right?"

Fran frowned.

"Since I was five years old, I have never been able to get what I want, and it will definitely be the same this time." She whispered.

"What?" The middle-aged man was stunned at first, and then he was shocked. "Hey! What's that in your hand?"

Fran's hand, which had been hidden behind her back, finally appeared, but at this time, there was something else in her hand.

An axe.

Although it was not big, it should be enough to chop people.

She found this axe in the corner of the room before going upstairs. Because she subconsciously felt that it could be used, she quietly put it behind her.

As a result, it really came in handy.

"Listen, I will only say this once, I must make you write this thing today, otherwise... otherwise I will do it," Fran's breathing was very rapid, and it was obvious that she was very emotional now. The axe also rolled up and down with her breathing, and the sharp blade flashed with dangerous cold light. Intentionally or unintentionally, her expression seemed to be almost exactly the same as Charles' when he bumped into his aunt.

In her eyes, everything her brother did was reasonable - so since it was reasonable, why couldn't she follow suit? No, you should try to emulate him.

Because her brother's style of decisive action for the need deeply touched her, the girl who idolized her brother quickly made up her mind.

"What do you want? Are you going to attack your father with a knife and an axe?" the middle-aged man shouted anxiously.

"Why not? What qualifications do you have to call yourself a father? What have you done that deserves my respect?!" Fran asked loudly, and her momentum was so strong that she completely suppressed her father's roar, "In that case, then do the last thing that deserves respect!"

"You...!"

"This is my unchangeable will, so you have no right to refuse... No, people like you are not qualified to refuse at all." She looked at her father coldly, and then took out a pen and paper from her bosom, "I'll give you three minutes, you hurry up and write to me, otherwise... otherwise I will no longer care about the consequences!"

Fran walked closer and closer, and the axe in her hand gradually rose.

Now that I am injured, I can't resist it at all. The middle-aged man thought anxiously.

He didn't have the courage after all.

"Okay, okay!" He sighed dejectedly, "I'll write whatever you want me to write..."

She actually hated me to this extent! Is this God's retribution to me?

For the first time in his life, this middle-aged man who was usually flashy and dissolute began to doubt his life.

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Under Fran's gaze, Edgar finished writing everything she wanted him to write and signed his name.

Although his handwriting was a little crooked and weak due to weakness, it was still a very beautiful font with an artistic atmosphere.

Fran carefully put the text message into her arms.

Then, she turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man.

How to deal with him?

Kill him?

Maybe this is the safest way...

However, threatening my father with an axe is one thing, and killing my father with an axe is another. Regardless of whether it is my father or not, she can't make up her mind to kill him.

"Please leave here and never come back! Don't write to us, we don't need them at all!" With a helpless annoyance, she shouted loudly, then threw away the axe and ran out of the room.

Behind her, there was a helpless sigh. (To be continued...)

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